We have what every good citizen of Northern Virginia adores ahead of us: driving on I-66. It could be worse. It doesn’t end in a 95!
After 6 and a half hours of lovely trudgery on 66 then I-81, we’ll pull into our driveway in the mountains. It will be pitch dark and probably unseasonably cool. We’ll fight to get the little guy in bed, then ourselves.
But when we wake –
When we first go outside-
There it is! It’s not quite White Top Mountain, but it is Pond Mountain. It’s our view of what I think is one of the most beautiful places on God’s green earth. My Southern Appalachian Highlands. My Blue Ridge.
I wish you could see it all. I wish you could smell the honeysuckle and peonies. I wish you could hear Laurel Creek that runs just across the road from our yard. I wish you could ride or walk on the Virginia Creeper Trail with me. I wish you could enjoy my view.